"Let them both go down, I'll just say it once, let them both go down!" Wright shouted in a calm voice.

He picked up the "Mechanic Yuan" brand rifle, just like when he encountered [Temptation] Yato at the Kofu Station.

But the only difference is that he was standing upright that time. Now, it should be a frontal shooting with the help of the "accidental" red magic power.

This time, he chose to half-squat, support the base of the rifle with his knees, close his eyes and open it slightly, aiming at Yulan's "maggot face" with the most stable posture, which looked very fragile.

In Chekavsk, Bret told Wright that the "Mechanical Yuan Brand" rifle is actually a new product jointly developed by the "Mechanical Yuan Factory" and the military institute under the Socra Committee in January this year.

But in fact, not much production was put into production. Some of the firearms circulating were semi-smuggled, but the "Mechanical Yuan" rifles also have their own unique characteristics.

Unlike the mass production of mass-produced standard rifles such as "Bingyu" pistols, "Socra Type A" and "Dark Night-01", the "Meiyuan" rifles focus on power.

From a characteristic point of view, it has the same effect as the "Mad Bear Series" rifle developed and continuously improved by the Empire a hundred years ago.

But the only thing that makes the Socra Committee feel inappropriate, or strange, is that if you want to realize the "Mechanical Yuan Card" rifle, or try to use it for a long time, the user must be a psychic or a loser. In other words, if you cannot master the magic power, its function is completely incompatible with its value.

But as for what skills can be used after injecting magic power into the inward direction, or what effect it has on unintentional people and lost people, the experimental team of the Empire has not issued any authoritative and accurate test reports so far.

After a few minutes of confronting Wright, who held up the "Mechanic Yuan" rifle, Yulan's ugly face, which seemed to be more pus and blood than before, began to twist and tremble slightly.

"Woman, I still need women. You should need to know that I don't pour much emotion into these 'hedgehogs' behind me. They are consumables I have collected from several mutated human villages. After all, their value is to die in war, whether it is to fight against the empire or the lost." Yulan was like a beast with broken arms but no pain at all. After a slight pause, she continued with a twisted expression:

"I think if you hold a consistent emotion with me, you will definitely not fight with me, but will run away directly in a chariot. After all, many imperial soldiers will also regard their comrades as consumables or reliable objects worth betraying. Now you value them both, I think you will naturally agree to exchange with me, right?"

"Exchange?" Wright said with disdain:

"I can blow up your tentacles here directly. Anyway, Miyou is the loser, and he can land smoothly from a high altitude. Brett is an excellent warrior who has fought for the empire for more than 20 years. He, a big man, will naturally easily catch Molos and thwart your plan. I think such negotiation conditions are not true, or you are no longer qualified to negotiate with us."

After saying that, Wright did not wait for Yulan's response, or did not give him enough time to take further action.

Wright used the design courses he reviewed at the underground shooting range of the Chekavsk Legion, and quickly pulled the open bolt of the rifle and pointed it at the front of Yulan's two tentacles shaped like cockroaches.

The part close to Yulan's back was almost twice the width of the human thigh.

In the last world, he was a veteran 2D otaku, a movie lover, and a novelist in the online world. He has read a lot of scenes like the protagonist and the enemy who were seized in the mouths of the protagonist and the enemy. He has also written a lot of stories.

Since I have come to this wasteland world and are familiar with all kinds of fantasy, bizarre, weird, and even unreasonable creations, I will definitely not commit suicide.

Right...

"I pray for the blessing of the goddess of light!"

"Give me the ability to break the dark night!"

Wright subconsciously chanted a mantra belonging to the Guzhnei Empire.

A pure red light shining in his black eyes.

His hands, wearing pitch-black tactical gloves, also flashed at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the trigger and shot towards the front of Yulan's tentacles.

bump!

bump!

The sound of gunpowder mixed with the whistling wind belonging to the world of the Yellow Sand Gobi, forming a variation of the category of "folk songs" in a short period of time.

In a short period of time, Yulan also realized Wright's surprise attack. He untied his hands and his palms slightly opened, facing Wright directly facing the palm of his hand.

This action is like pushing a glass door that does not exist.

The "maggot-shaped tentacles" on his face also twisted in an irregular manner, as if he wanted to escape from this pale, lost cheek.

Immediately afterwards, a twisted space with ripples appeared in front of him again.

But unlike the last time, the bullet was like a dagger with burning burning flames that cut through the dark night sky, and it was more like a "rocket" and passed through the twisted area, accurately hitting Yulan's tentacles.

Puff!

Two soft tentacles with fluff broke straight from above the back.

Scarlet liquid kept gushing out of irregular clefts, like a small fountain erected in the center of the city.

"Brett!" Wright turned his head and shouted anxiously.

As the tentacles broke, the two people suspended in the air lost the support to fight against gravity and were falling to the gray-yellow ground at an extremely fast speed.

"Here!" Brett answered in a thick voice.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He instantly contracted the muscles of his thighs and calfs, and jumped up like a spring in a very short period of 0.3 seconds, hugging Molos's back in the air.

Then, his feet wearing military mortar combat boots made a dull "bang" sound in contact with the ground, stirring up a circle of dust around.

Mi You poured out a stream of bright red blood from his right hand, forming an equally bright red shock wave. After interacting with the ground, his not-so-strong body landed lightly and smoothly on the ground.

"Bret, awesome." Molos exclaimed with a complex expression like a surviving disaster.

"So now, Mr. Yulan, do you still have to fight us forcibly? Or do you still want to take back that woman?" Wright's lips raised slightly, looking at Yulan, who was covered in blood and embarrassed with a look of smugness and disdain, and even contempt.

For the first time, he felt the strength of his body, and realized the power that was above the loser and could achieve decisive victory in the game and confrontation of power.

Intoxicated, joyful, trembling, joy, and even mixed with some condescending sense of arrogance.

He felt so close to the demigods who had obtained all the sequence cores, and even those orderly gods, until Yulan's iconic, mixed with hoarse and shrill roars and laughter came.

Following the laughter and looking at Leit a few meters away, Yulan's brown eyes mixed with resentful eyes were covered with bloodshots, and the two broken tentacles left on his back also squirmed and retracted slightly along his body.

A few seconds later, he stopped yelling and made another human voice from his throat:

"Do you know... why I can only become a non-staff member of the non-staff member? Even those three spies are not as good as those three. Actually, I still have a hidden identity and cannot be expressed until the critical moment of encountering danger. By the way, you, a black-haired and black-eyed boy, are you afraid of the dark night?"

"Dark Night?" Wright naturally knew that Yulan was referring to him and said in surprise.

"The "Dark Book" says, Era 2: The gods belonging to the day fall asleep in a daze, and the dark night emerges from the corners that cannot be detected. Everything is anxious requires a moment of silence. Darkness can end the passion of everything and become an eternal legend. That's right," Yulan roared:

"I am the lost person of the Dark Night Church. The three major churches have the same hierarchy. I am the Dark Night in the Dark Night lurking outside the human legion. You should not know that Professor Shamon took over Professor John's status. After all, the old man has become an insincere person and was shot dead by the Crown Prince Ivant. Shamon chose to cooperate with us privately to explore the realm of the gods. I think this message should be worth at least 100 SGD, provided that you can at least exchange it with the Empire as a living human!"

Suddenly, Yulan's body emitted a transparent magic power ripples that seemed to have no entity.

In a short period of time, Wright and the other four fell into a psychedelic filled with various sounds and colors.

Fortunately, most of the soldiers who fought in the empire for many years were strong in their spiritual power. Under the persistence of willpower, Brett and Wright simultaneously recited the content used in the Guardian Regulations to resist mental attacks in their brains:

"Fear is only born from fear itself. Fear and fear will be occupied by fear. Only by forgetting fear can human beings gain a foothold in the wasteland..."

Yulan didn't care about observing the short-term embarrassment of Wright and the four of them. He raised his hands up, as if he was welcoming the rising sun.

Immediately afterwards, a pure black magic power surged across his body, instantly wrapping up his not-tall body.

The dark magic power instantly swallowed his body, and some frost with bright colors appeared with stars, which was extremely fantastic, like a starry sky.

The frost then expanded and changed into a cold air, with pure blue blazing flames, and ice hockey lingering around his body, like electrons moving around atoms in physics.

Wright, who woke up from a brief confusion, subconsciously looked at the sky.

With Yulan surging magic power, the scorching sun in the sky disappeared immediately, and was covered with a cloudy scene like a cloudy sky shrouded under the dome of Sogra.

Under the breath of darkness and coldness, Yulan's body disappeared and was perfectly swallowed by the flames and magic power.

"'Hope' sandworm grows in the yellow sand and is bound by my body that belongs to the category of alien unintentional people. Now it should show your power!"

As the ethereal and dumb roar passed through the dim yellow sand Gobi space, countless black silk threads suddenly emerged in the blue flames around Youlan's body.

Wrap him like a cicada pupa.

A few seconds later, his body extended forward and grew like the "Pharaoh insect" in the mythology and legend.

In less than a minute, he had transformed into a huge maggot that was thirty meters long and five or six meters high.

This is the "hope" sandworm he mentioned!

"Hiss—roar—"

The intertwined birds and the roars of beasts and unintentional people cut through the dim sky.

Looking down from the bottom up, Wright saw the full picture of the "Hope" sandworm.

Although it is a bug, its entire body is covered with dark black fluff. Except for the slightly raised belly, there is no extra color.

Its body was shaking and wriggling in place like a maggot or a snake, but after careful observation, it actually had four limbs that looked like geckos, but it seemed particularly inconsistent compared to its huge body.

It has lost its face, or it does not need a "props" such as face to express emotions.

Instead, it was a mouthpiece that looked like a flower bud, with a thick, branch-like thorn in the middle, which seemed to be a sharp sting for sucking, facing straight towards the sky.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The four "petals" next to it stretch in four different directions, tearing the first half of the body hard, revealing the flesh-colored area covered with scarlet blood vessels.

It does not grow teeth, only mouthparts for eating that are directly connected to the stomach, as well as various body parts with strong muscles, can swallow and grind and tear up humans who "wrongly enter it" as soon as possible.

After staring at the "Hope" sandworm for several minutes, Wright and Brett eased from the shock and realized the danger was coming!

"Bret, run!" Wright urged in panic.

It seems that the sense of arrogance generated by the victory just now is an extremely wrong illusion.

As his hands were trembling inexplicably, Wright and the other two felt that their feet were infused with lead water at the same time could not move.

until……

...

"Hope" Sandworm seemed to sense that the powerful pressure it had applied to humans, belonging to the physical and spiritual categories, caused Wright and the other four to fall into fear.

He roared with excitement and swept the four people along the dusty and gravel ground with the relatively thick black tail.

boom!

The sweeping tail collided with the vehicle and the four people, and it made a trembling sound.

Under the impact of a powerful sweep, the four Wrights "flyed" around the standard geometric parabola path.

The four of them smashed heavily into the solid ground without exception.

But strangely, Brett's mechanical chariot transformed by Chekavsk professional maintenance masters still "grasped" the ground smoothly, but only slid forward more than a hundred meters along the highway, hitting the rope of the steel bridge that was unbreakable and pulled out to the bottom of the rust and emerald green plants.

The body of the car has not deformed and does not seem to have suffered any damage.
Chapter completed!